A Feeling so Right

He watched her as he sat in her recliner in the living room. The television was on, the control in his hand, but he only had eyes for her. She busied herself with the dishes, had been busy all day with little things here and there. Her hands were hidden in the suds, her mind lost in thought. He smiled to himself as he noticed the way she was worrying her lower lip . . . obviously her thoughts were on the naughty side. Her gaze was fixed out the window, seemingly into the neighbors driveway, but she could have been a million miles away. The kids were gone for the weekend...his with friends, hers with her mother. The day wore thin, the sun started to sink lazily into the horizon, and the glow through the window seemed to set her copper hair on fire.

He took her in...relished the fact that he could look at her while she was so unguarded. Her face seemed long gone, lost in the daydream, except for that damn lip. It was plump and glistening, caught between her teeth, and she nibbled it anxiously as she washed another plate. It anchored her firmly in his reality. How many times he'd seen her, her head thrown back, that lip caught between her teeth, until he'd brought her just that little bit farther and sent her reeling over the edge of ecstacy. He absently punched a button on the remote to turn off the TV, his eyes fixed on her all the while. Her hair glowed in the fading sunlight. The yellow button down shirt she had on clung to her breasts and he noticed how it was just a little damp at the hem from the sink. Her hips were snugged into soft, well worn denim and he licked his lips, appreciating the way they fit around her rear. His gaze traveled down the length of her long legs, her jeans cut off and cuffed just below her knees. Her bare feet, the silver anklet, and painted toenails, all made him smile to himself. She looked young and playful, approachable, sexy as hell. Unable to ignore his desire for her any longer he rose from the chair and headed into the kitchen. On the way he paused at the radio and tuned in a local country music station. He hummed the tune to himself as he went to her. She looked over at him when she heard him in the doorway.

"So, you are still here?" he said playfully to her. "You looked...distracted."

"I was just busy," she said as she smiled for him.

"I want you busy with me," he replied.

His arms wrapped around her waist and he swayed her gently back and forth to the beat of the music. Her back was against his chest and he appreciated her curves even more as he pulled her closer. He pressed his lips to her neck and took up the tune again, letting the soft hum caress her skin. He held her there for the longest time, just barely rocked with her in time to the music. The station switched to a slow ballad and he turned her to face him. Her arms slipped comfortably around his neck and he clasped his hands in the small of her back. His mind ached, the desire was there to twirl her around the kitchen, but the ability was gone. As if she sensed his thoughts, she snuggled herself tighter into his embrace. Her chin gently brushed his cheek as she lowered her lips to his neck. He continued to sway her back and forth, slow, tantalizing, their bodies close enough to be one, if not for the clothing that separated them. He felt her breath hot just below his ear and smiled as she started to whisper along with the music. His hands slipped comfortably into her back pockets and he pulled her closer, reacting immediately to the feel of her pressed so tightly against his groin. As the song ended her teeth grazed his neck and she couldn't help but smile at the low rumble of a growl he made as a response. Then his hand was at the nape of her neck to pull her in for a kiss.

Her lips parted easily and he felt her nails softly graze his back as his tongue slipped inside. He felt the hard barbell in her tongue press against his lower lip as she sucked it. She continued to hum along with the radio as they kissed, delighted in the way he loved her. His thumb brushed her left temple as he gently turned her face for a better angle. His tongue probed forward gently, lightly tickled her mouth. A soft giggle escaped her and then trailed into a low moan. The kiss broke and he leaned back slightly and looked at her. Her face was flushed, her lips swollen and well kissed. A single lock of her hair had fallen from the clasp she wore and brushed her cheek.

"I like your hair down," he whispered. "Love the way it frames your beautiful face."

She reached up and undid the clasp and he watched as her hair cascaded down her back. His palm brushed her cheek again but this time he didn't bring her lips to his. He just stood at arms length and looked at her, took her in. He watched her for a long moment and could feel her as she trembled beneath his fingers.

"After all this time, I still make you nervous." It was a statement, a question he already knew the answer to.

"I just love you that much," she whispered.

Finally, his lips were on hers again. She moaned softly as she felt the hand that had been on her cheek brush down her blouse and palm her breast. He traced her nipple through her clothes with just a fingertip, relished in the feel of it as it peaked to his touch. Then he slipped further down, until his finger looped into the waistband of her cutoffs. He tugged at the button and she helped him undo the closure with shaky hands as urgency started to take control of her actions. He could feel the heat in her body rise as his knuckles brushed the now bare skin at her waist.

"Patience, Baby Girl," he whispered. "You'll get it, I promise."

His fingers slipped easily past her zipper and he started to gently trace the hearts he knew were on her panties. His mouth slanted hers, tasted her, pleased her. Then slowly his fingers inched lower until they stroked her lips through the cotton that covered them. Her moan was immediate, she ached with need. His mouth bowed into a smile still pressed against her lips and she broke the kiss.

"You're one smug-," she murmured before he kissed her words away.

"Just confidence, sweetie, you know that."

She giggled lightly and the sound was laced with desire. He smiled again, wanting her badly, but determined to have her screaming before he found his release. She arched into him as he stroked her, whimpered slightly when he didn't slip his fingers around the fabric and touch her. He was content to tease. His lips wandered across her jaw, kissed the soft spot on her neck just below her ear. He wanted her desperate before he finally touched her. He teethed her earlobe lightly and she gasped and pressed against his fingers. Hot, wet kisses seared her neck as he trailed down to her throat, the last one centered over her voice box. Her moan rumbled against his lips and he cupped her, feeling the barrier beneath his fingers moisten as she started to flow for him.

"Oh, touch me, darlin'," she pleaded.

She gasped as he pressed her harder. He felt her hips rock and push against his palm. His lips caressed the base of her throat, then down into the V of her shirt to where the first button blocked his procession. He turned his head and gently grazed his teeth over one stiff peak and then the other until her nipples strained against her shirt.

"Let me see them, Baby Girl," he said.

She undid the buttons for him, then unhooked the closure of her bra from between her breasts and gently slid both the shirt and the bra down her arms. She watched the smile play out on his face and then he bent his head to her and took her left nipple between his lips. He drew it gently at first, flicked his tongue against the very tip, while his fingers teased her through her panties. She slipped the garments from her arms and they landed at their feet. Once her arms were free she reached for him, her fingers played with his long dark hair as her desire smoldered with each sensation. She held him to her, not wanting him to let go of her nipple. Her other hand found its way to his zipper and she palmed him, felt the swelling there through his jeans. He tried to stifle a groan but she heard it and pressed harder. She sought out the button on his pants and pulled, trying to get to him. He growled softly and released her nipple. His hand slipped free from her jeans, took her wrist, and stopped her from opening his pants.

"No, sweetheart, cain't touch just yet," he whispered. "That'll come...after you do."

She groaned in unbridled frustration, but withdrew her hand. His lips returned to hers for a short kiss and then were back to her nipple. He cupped her left breast, kneaded it gently at first, then harder to coax a moan from her lips. He looked up at her face from his place at her breast. Her head was thrown back, that lip caught between her teeth. He moaned and lolled his tongue around one nipple while he gently pinched the other. He nudged her knees apart and stepped between them, his thigh brushed the hot juncture of her thighs. She moaned loudly and he felt her press against him.

"Please, baby, touch me," she pleaded. "Damnit, I need you to touch me."

A soft smile lit his face. His fingers rolled her nipple one last time and then slipped past her zipper again. He took up where he'd left off, was delighted to find how wet she'd become. He needed to feel her. Without warning he tucked his fingers past the hem of her panties and brushed his fingertips gently against her clit. He glanced up at her as he traced her clit and saw her lower lip slip from between her teeth as her mouth circled in breathy a moan. His middle finger slipped inside her and she cried out. He felt her tighten suddenly around him and he thought she would cum, but she bit her lower lip and whimpered slightly and then relaxed.

"Little worked up, Baby Girl?" he whispered.

She scowled at him through veiled eyes and he chuckled. His breath brushed her wet nipple and it hardened and enticed him back to it. He tucked it into his lips, grazed it with his teeth. Her sharp squeal egged him on and he nipped her gently. With his tongue as a guide, he drew her nipple deeper into his mouth, as he worked small circles inside of her. He turned slightly, and then his thumb was pressed to her clit. He felt her start to rock her hips and she ground her wetness against his fingers.

"Mmm, that's it, sweetie. I want you nice and wet, and screaming," he drawled.

She barely managed a moan in reply. His mouth claimed hers then, and the kiss was fiery and wet. His tongue traced her lips, then delved sweetly inside and coaxed hers into action. He felt her tighten around his finger and pressed another in alongside the first. Her moan was immediate and she arched slightly as he maneuvered around her clit. He caressed it firmly with slow, deliberate strokes from the pad of his thumb. His tongue tangled with hers as he crooked his fingers inside her, pressing up against her G-spot. Her moans turned to desperate whimpers, cut off deep in her throat. He smiled, knowing that she wasn't far off, knowing the reaction her pleasure had on his loins. He nibbled her lower lip gently as he circled her clit and pressed her again. He felt a hand at the back of his head, her fingers twisted gently in his hair. Then, she was coming, she tightened against his fingers, quick at first, then slowed as she came back to him. As the spasms tapered off he drew his hand away and broke the kiss. Slowly, he drew his index finger across her full lower lip, her tongue followed behind to lap the glistening trail he'd left there. She kissed him, pressed her tongue to his and he moaned at her taste.

"I want you inside me..." she said.

"Oh no...you're not done yet," came the reply. "I want to lick that sweet, little pussy of yours. I want to tease you until you come again...until you beg me to stop."

He pulled at her waist band and she slipped out of her cutoffs. The panties were next, now wet with her juices, and she kicked them into the pile with the rest of her clothes. He nudged her gently back until she was seated on the counter and then drug a chair over from the kitchen table. She blushed and the heat crept down her neck and across her chest.

"You're beautiful, baby," he murmured to her.

"You're crazy," she whispered back.

"About you..."

He seated himself in the chair and traced his fingernails up her thigh, gently coaxing her knees apart. He continued, lightly tickled her wet lips eliciting the arch from her back as he nearly missed slipping his finger over her clit. He lavished her with attention, slow and deliberate like he had all the time in the world to pleasure her. His finger slipped between her lips and he moaned again at her wetness, then retreated to tease across her clit. She whimpered in frustration.

"What Sweetheart?" he asked, innocently.

"I need your tongue on me," she moaned.

He smiled then and lowered his mouth to her. His tongue flicked gently up her lips, drug just deep enough to skim across her clit. She gasped and her hand again found the back of his head. He moaned and the sound caressed her wetness. Then he was with her again. He licked her slowly, lolled his tongue around her clit and down into her tight wet tunnel. He wiggled slightly and then stole back up to her clit. His teeth lightly grazed her swollen little nub and she cried out. He worked it faster, short fleeting contact with just the tip of his tongue, then long calculated strokes. His index finger guided into her again, then his middle. He continued his attack on her clit while his fingers worked her harder. He rubbed up her inner walls and pressed up into her G-spot. She tightened at once and he quickened his pace. Her clit was caught gently between his teeth and he flicked his tongue over it faster as she bucked softly into him. Her fingers tangled his locks again, but she didn't push his head to her. Instead she rose to meet him for every thrust of his tongue and fingers. Her moans were near frantic. He nipped lightly at her clit and she went reeling. He felt the soft wet glove around his fingers give into spasms, draw his fingers in deeper, until he could feel the soft mass deep at her core. As her orgasm peaked, he gently fingered her cervix and she went off for him again. His tongue worked her clit as the sensations multiplied. Before she could recover from the second orgasm, he had brought on a third. Her breath was ragged, she pleaded for him to let her stop, then begged for more. He moved the first two fingers and returned to her G-spot where he added a third.

"There," she gasped, as he brushed the now engorged area inside her.

He was happy to oblige. Pressing up into her, he took to her clit once more, determined to bring her off again before he got his. He was rougher this time, holding her clit steady between his lips while he flicked it hard with his tongue. She arched into him.

"Oh fuck yes, baby," she groaned. "Right there."

He growled lightly. His dick throbbed as she spoke, as her scent and taste engulfed him, filled his senses. He wanted to sink into her, could cum just from the feel of her heat. She pressed herself down on his fingers and he took the hint. He pulled up slightly until he felt like he was pressing against bone, then slowly started to massage her with all the pressure he could offer. His tongue worked her, flicked her swollen nub around against his lips and teeth. He felt her throw her head back and he longed to kiss her neck just below her ear, right where it would do her the most good. She tightened around his fingers. The first spasm held him firmly in place against her G-spot. He flicked across her clit, held his fingers still and let her body work for him. A surprised gasp escaped her, then another sound, half moan, half scream. Then she came hard, clenched him inside her, drew him in. He lapped hungrily at her sweet essence as it ran from her soaked pussy. He savored her, wet on his face, his mustache. He needed desperately to feel her and she could sense it in the heat of his body.

"God baby, I can't anymore," she whimpered as he pressed his tongue to her again. "I want you...now."

She slipped down from the counter as he replaced the chair. He kissed her as she pulled him towards the soft carpet in the living room, unbuttoning his pants as they went. He was all ready hard, throbbing for her, when she sunk to her knees and smiled.

"Thought you wanted me now, Baby Girl," he said.

"I can't pay you a little attention first?" she replied.

She wrapped her lips around his shaft before he could answer. His hands found the back of her head and she butted back into them, silently allowing him to guide her. His fingers laced into her locks and he pulled down gently, his head tipped slightly, as he felt his dick slip deeper into her wet mouth. She moaned, her tongue stole over the head of his cock, her tongue piercing pressed lightly into his flesh. He pushed her a little further, ever gentle, until her nose nudged his abdomen. She swallowed and the muscles in her throat clenched the head of his dick. She started to work back up the shaft, but she let him bring her back down to set the pace. She hummed softly along with the radio as he guided her gently along his length. He growled as he felt her fingertips gently trace across his balls. She palmed them, let them weigh in her hand, and he glanced down to see her. Her eyes were shut, her lips pulled in a sweet half smile around his length, one hand on him, the other between her thighs slipping languidly across her clit. Then both her hands were on him as she slipped his pants and boxers down his legs. She reached up, grazed her fingernails across his lower back, down across the cheeks of his ass, then lower still down the backs of his thighs to his knees. She drew him out, then released him, planting a wet kiss at the tip of his dick, lapping the small drops that had collected there.

"Now I need you," she whispered.

He kicked his jeans off and crouched with her on the carpet in the living room. She was seated in front of him and he reached his arm around her and pulled her in for a kiss. Gently, he helped lay her back, her knees fell apart so he could settle between her thighs. The radio whispered softly around them as he slipped inside her. The kiss strengthened as he sank deeper into her. She moaned into him as they came together. He stayed a minute, gave them both time to catch their breath, and then he started to move slowly. She was wet and willing, already tightening around him. Her legs twined with his and she grasped at his lower back to pull him in. She grew tighter with each thrust. Her eyelids fluttered shut, her lip tucked between her teeth. She arched her back, her hips meeting each stroke. He knew she was already near orgasm, still he fought the urge to quicken his pace.

"Come with me baby," she whispered. "I don't know how much longer I can stand it."

Her instruction was all he'd been waiting for. His tempo changed. Faster, harder, he left her gasping with each stroke. He drove into her, nearly afraid he'd hurt her, if not for the fact that she still met him thrust for thrust. She felt him harden deep inside her, and then she was off beneath him. She cried out, he joined her, as he registered the pleasure as she gripped his dick with each clench of orgasm. Her moans were tense, near whimpers, as he slammed into her again and again, his thrusts intensifying an already powerful sensation. He was with her as she came, her spasms drew him nearer to his own release. Her fingernails bit into his back as she pulled him into her and set her off on another wave. He gasped as she drug him down and finally let go.

"I love you, Baby Girl," he whispered as he came for her.

She turned to her side in bed and reached out for her lover only to be greeted with the sleeping face of her husband. Realization dawned and she willed herself back to the safety of her dreams. She didn't want it to end, didn't want to face the loneliness again. She longed to be with this man. He haunted her dreams, even her waking thoughts. She felt empty without him. She knew there was no way for them to be together and yet no way for her to be complete without him. Sadness filled her as she turned from her husband to face the wall. She felt the tears well up in her eyes and then a warmth she knew she could find only in her lovers arms spread through her.